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... ses immediately alert to an unwelcome presence. The familiar scent of Northbrook Pack’s Alpha hit me before I even turned the corner to my house entrance. My wolf Arthur growled deep within me, hackles raised at the territorial intrusion.
Lawrence Sterling—my biological father—stood there as if he owned the place, his dominance pheromones attempting to permeate my territory. A meaningless gesture. I hadn’t submitted to his Alpha status in years.
"What are you doing here?" I asked ...
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